Driven by artistic passion and a longing for change, Clovel boldly uprooted his life, moving to California to break free from the stagnant cycle and advance his art career. Motivated by providing for his family, especially after his father's passing...
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October 22nd — 11 am
Completing her first photoshoot since rejoining the modeling agency, Challan was in exceptionally high spirits. Her day had been remarkable, and she eagerly anticipated sharing the good news with her loved ones.
The photo studio had been a whirlwind of creativity and professionalism, and Challan reveled in the collaborative energy of the team. The makeup artists, stylists, and photographers all contributed to creating an atmosphere where her confidence blossomed in front of the camera. As the last shot was taken, the sense of accomplishment and fulfillment washed over her, solidifying her decision to return to the world of modeling.
Driving home, Challan couldn't resist thinking about the shoot, the journey back was a mix of excitement and reflection, her mind replaying the highlights of the day. It was more than just a photoshoot; it felt like a personal triumph—a rediscovery of her passion and a reaffirmation of her place in the industry.
Approaching her front door, Challan announced, "I'm walking in now, mama," and her attention was caught by a box of flowers. "Someone sent me flowers," she added with curiosity.
Unlocking her door, Challan entered with a smile, the weight of a reusable grocery bag balanced on her opposite shoulder as she strolled into the house.
Closing the door, Challan headed towards the island, reading the note card after unveiling the box of flowers:
"Continue making us proud! Love you! - C"
Carissa asked, "Who got you flowers?"
Challan smiled, "Clovel—he's so sweet," as she sniffed them. Unaware of any substance in the flowers, she began searching for a vase.
"That's thoughtful of him! I'm turning in now; I got you some bread along with your spaghetti," Carissa mentioned.
"Thank you, Mama. I'll call him later to express my gratitude."
As Challan rummages through her cabinets for a vase, a sudden wave of nausea overwhelms her. Blinking rapidly, she struggles to move, her breath becoming shallow. In desperation, she reaches for her phone, but her body collapses, gasping for air.
"Challan? You alright, honey?" Carissa calls out, alarmed by the sound of something falling against the cabinets.
Carissa quickly drives up the garage, rushing to the front door, unlocking it with her key. She walks in to find Challan seizing on the floor. "Jesus—Challan!"
She kneels beside her, turning her to the side to prevent choking. After doing this, Challan's breaths come to a halt.
Panicking, Carissa grabs her phone, dialing 911. "911... what's your emergency?"
"Please send help! My daughter just stopped breathing," Carissa pleads after the seizing stopped abruptly.
